Paradox (Pt. 1)

First they weren't there

And all was pure and good

Suddenly, these tainted memoirs

Appeared out of thin air

A thin solution

Lies in lucidity;

Blessed omnipotence!

Why have I not prepared?

Happiness rests with peace

Peace rests with salvation

Salvation rests deep

It's time to be friends

With skeletons and demons

There's no fear to be had

Nothing eternal to lose

I'll see you on the battlefield

You sick coward

Your wings were clipped

"Your bird ain't gonn' fly."

...Though they won't see me

A drifting lunar eclipse

In these narrow, expanding alleys

Foul trace

Persistant stare

Mocking my betrayal

There to huff and puff

Irradiant and subtle

But the needle won't break

Sweared in and wrenched out

Take my wife!

Take my life.

Still I breathe

And the portrait reeks

While the enemy's entertained

Feign content

An inspiring countenance

But the mind has no face

Dreadfully inadequate

To a blindly, faithful fool

My loathing for the slaves

Knows no bounds

I sympathize with rebels,

Philosophers, and heathens alike

Not raving revolutionaries

Take it back home

The nightmare's there

To let you know

Where you're gonna go

Hug it and kiss it

And cry it and love it

And see it and smell it

And wash it and dry it

Remember the law:

"Matter cannot be created or destroyed.

It can only be changed."